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I'm sitting on my living room floor in Chicago watching a blue animated tang fish bump into a coral reef for the fortieth time today. My toddler is mesmerized by the screen. Half the moms in my playgroup think this...

Dear Sarah from six months ago, You're currently sitting on the sticky kitchen floor at 3:14 PM in those gray sweatpants with the mysterious yogurt stain, literally holding a plastic ruler up to Leo’s calves while he tries to eat...

It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday in November. I know this because my brain permanently recorded the exact time of my near-death experience. I was wearing my husband Dave’s horribly stained gray sweatpants from a 2012 Turkey Trot, holding...

I was wedged tight between a bulk box of Etsy shipping mailers and a half-empty bag of stale Goldfish crackers, holding my breath in the pantry so my toddler wouldn't hear me existing. Out in the living room, my oldest—who...

I'm currently watching roughly three hundred and fifty quid’s worth of solid Sitka spruce being used as a battering ram against my Ikea coffee table. My twin daughters, who possess the combined destructive power of a small localized tornado, have...